[Johan's POV]
"That was great," Raymond said, rubbing his stomach in satisfaction at the dinner they had. He poked the burning coal absentmindedly. "It would be nice if we have a guitar, wouldn't it? We can play all the love songs that you wanted."
"Love songs? Really?"
The firewood that crackled between them provided warmth amidst the cool night wind blasting from the seafront. Raymond cast him a grin. "Yeah. Ballad. Classics. You love them, right? Songs that touches the heart. It would be romantic."
"C-Can you not start?" Johan's face burned. He downed the rest of the strawberry ice tea as Raymond chuckled.
What a tease!
Why would he want the night to turn romantic? Because of the stars, the moon and the fucking sea? But who was he to complain? Raymond made it clear he's allowed to express his feelings.
